You’ve always been of small imagination
of tiny scope.

There is a box
and you put yourself in it
and you grow to its confines.
You like the box
its shape
its protection.
You bless the box
and its cardboard guardianship.

It is easy to hate you
because of your weakness.

I am trying not to do that.
I am trying to respect your ability
and potential.
I am trying to understand your struggles
but you make it so hard.
Your limitations make it so easy
to go another way.

Please,
stop making it so hard
to give you a chance.